The Shaolin Temple in New York

A familiar fragrance lingered in his nose, but the warm feeling of Cong Nianwei's embrace reminded him that this was not an illusion. They had made a lifetime decision very casually. From then on, they would share a common goal.

Their hearts were beating fast as they looked at each other, smiling knowingly. Qin Guan encouraged himself mentally. I must win more awards in order to realize my dream.

As they were enjoying those tender moments, the audience began to leave orderly. The sponsors were amazing. Before they left, they gave them envelopes with flight tickets for their trip back home.

Everyone, winners and losers included, was satisfied, except for the three unlucky sponsors. The shameless men rushed over to Cong Nianwei.

"Hi!"

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei got scared when they saw the members of the organizing committee standing around them in a circle with smiles on their faces. The four sponsors were among them.